“All that and I’m still somehow attracted to you.” He lifts his eyes skyward like he’s in pain when I’m the one who ran into the wall.

That pain disappears quickly though.

Because he’s still attracted to me.

Even after the sex.

Kinda smug about being that good.

CHAPTER TWENTY

ST. CLARE

It’s hard to get out of bed. It’s hard to do much of anything except lie here, naked, with a huge fucking smile on my face, remembering last night.

Perry was as enthusiastic under me as he is with everything else he does.

I have absolutely no clue what his reaction is going to be this morning. Given that he wasn’t in a huge hurry to leave after he got off gives me hope he’s not one of those guys who wants to use me for a quick come before going back to his normal life. That’s not something I’m interested in entertaining, and it’s happened more times than I want to admit.

The problem boils down to the fact that Perry insisted, barely days ago, that he’s straight, and I know last night only happened because he started worrying he might die today. And yeah, that doesn’t feel the best.

Sex, great.

Being a bucket list item, almost insulting.

I’m sure Perry didn’t mean for it to come across that way because he isn’t the kind of person to intentionally hurt someone—gunshot aside—but he’s one hundred percent the type of person to unintentionally hurt someone. It’s one of the reasons I can’t bring myself to get out of bed.

The other reasons are that I’m enjoying reliving the sex, I can smell him on my sheets, and I’m also low-key worried about what he’s walking into today.

Plus, my underwear is hanging over the arm of a chair, still drying from last night.

Lars took the clothes I was wearing yesterday and said he was putting them in for a wash with his, so I really hope he managed to do it because otherwise, I’m going to be disgusting.

An email beeps on my phone, and I reach over, unplug it from where it’s charging, and open my inbox, expecting to find spam.

It’s an email from Livy Sullivan, the bookkeeper I hired for Saint Clare’s, who’s been a fucking godsend so far.

Hey Reilly,

When you have a chance, I’ve attached a list of transactions I wasn’t sure about that need allocating. If you can let me know what they’re for, I’ll make sure they’re coded right for tax purposes.